Pulsing

There’s a pulsing sound all throughout Cursing words that can’t be found A Beat Beat Beat of a frozen heart A Click Click Click of icy limbs immobile Eyes gaze through dark, feet drag through the bloodied dirt Lost no more, she crawls out the tunnels of darkness Soft light caresses her battered features Eyes to the sky she limps serene smile on her face

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